Slaying the dragonoid

Hi! My name is Yo Mama Morris and I am a Bakugan mom. My kids' names have been changed to Dan and Runo. Not permanently. Not yet. Madan -- sorry, Dan got bit by the Bakugan bug a year ago and it's been heating up recently. He's even got Kaila brawling. But, yesterday, it entered another dimension.

"Mom! Dad! We're turning the house into a Bakugan museum!"

Mike and I exchanged "oh, fuck" glances and politely replied, "We're whaaaaat?"

"We're going to show everyone the lifecycle of a Bakugan."

Freaking kindergarten and that damn metamorphosis lesson. I decided to play along to see what would happen.

"You should make a sign. Welcome to the Doom Dimension!"

"Mom. That's not funny. It's a museum not the Doom Dimension. Don't make fun of it."

Oh, excuse me, Madan. I didn't realize how serious Bakuganning is. "Are you going to charge for admission?"

"No. It's free. But, you can buy a membership."

As I stood pondering how my son's business plan made any sense, Mike chimed in, "Maybe you should suggest a donation amount so you can help unfortunate kids who don't have Bakugans!"

I had to step in. "Mike, they're not UNfortunate kids. They're LESS fortunate. And, not having a Bakugan might be a fortunate thing."

Madan just stood there giving us the evil eye. Then, he summoned up all his G-power and disappeared. Next thing I knew, furniture was being rearranged and the downstairs had been converted to Vestroia. Signs had been hung up. Kaila was standing at a cash register awaiting a crowd of eager Gundalian Invaders. A fake AmEx card was lying nearby presumably for anyone who wanted to become a member but forgot their sack of pennies.

I wished I had Merry Maids on speed dial.